Chapter 2694 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-Six)

Chapter 2668 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-six)

The football game venue was incredibly hot, but the heat source did not come from the sun, but from hormones. When strong football players entered the field one after another, the stands erupted in deafening cheers and screams.

Strange frowned and blocked one ear with his head tilted, obviously because he was annoyed by the noise, but Schiller was able to sit steadily with his legs crossed while holding a newspaper.

Renee in the back row threw him a bag of potato chips, put her head above his shoulder and asked: "What are you reading? It's not the old-fashioned economic newspaper, right?"

"No, social news. Manhattan is not very peaceful recently." Schiller shook his head and said as if he was very worried: "Don't go out at night recently. I heard there is a serial killer."

Renee immediately snorted and pursed her lips, but soon showed an interested expression. She said: "How do you say that serial killers who target women do it? I guess they must be very handsome, otherwise how can so many women fall for it?"

"That makes sense." Schiller nodded Said: "The conclusion of the police in the newspaper also said that there was no tracking or surveillance, which means that the other party may not be a perverted stalker."

"Then you can't blame others." Renee shrugged and said: "They are too unvigilant. They can't walk when they see a handsome guy. They don't know that there are many handsome guys in the school as long as they walk a few more steps."

Schiller smiled and turned to look at her, saying: "For example, Captain Alex? Did you two succeed?"

"Humph, he is a scumbag, far from it." Renee turned her eyes to the side and saw Strange staring at Schiller's profile without blinking.

Renee changed positions with the girl next to her and moved closer to Strange, but Strange was obviously not so comfortable. His hair stood on end for a moment.

Now it was Schiller's turn to stare at Strange, but his face was full of gloating.

It was not until Strange glared back at him that Schiller turned his attention back to the newspaper in his hand. The back page published a news report about a murder case. The victim's female photo had a black horizontal bar over her eyes, but Schiller recalled the soft touch of her eyeball.

The game on the field was still very lively. After a goal, the leader of Columbia University's football team roared and cheered, and almost all the audience stood up, except Schiller and Strange.

Schiller was carefully reading the news report about the murder case, and Strange was at a loss because of the closeness of his sweetheart. Neither of them noticed how conspicuous they were in the scene of the whole audience standing up and cheering. At this time, a tall player who waved his hands and turned around had an ugly face under his helmet.

The game ended, Columbia University won at home, and all the audience surrounded the players and walked backstage. Schiller turned to go out to smoke, and just as he turned around, he bumped into a tall figure.

"Sorry." Schiller said instinctively, but the next second he was grabbed by the collar and pressed against the wall. Schiller raised his eyelids and looked up, and as expected, he saw the face of Alex, the captain of the football team.

"Congratulations on the victory, captain." Schiller turned his head aside and put the cigarette in his hand into his mouth.

"You know you shouldn't be here." Alex said, "What did that bitch Renee say to you?"

Schiller took a deep puff of cigarette, the smoke lingering between his mouth and nose, the tail of his eye under his brow drooped to the bottom, and when his eyes rolled up, the large white of his eyes revealed another kind of evil. He looked at Alex and said, "I'm not Renee's new love, you will probably meet him soon."

"You'd better..."

Just when he said this, there was a little movement at the corner, and it seemed that a group of people ran over. Alex let go of his hand, and sure enough, the cheerleaders rushed over, "Alex, why are you here? It's so hard for us to find you! The coach wants you to go over there. By the way, don't be late for the party in half an hour."

"Oh, Schiller, you are here too? Are you going to go directly to the party venue or what? Do you want us to ask someone to lead the way for you?"

"No, I can go there by myself." Schiller smiled at them gently, and the girls immediately screamed and pushed each other and squeezed back.

Schiller went to the bathroom and adjusted his collar in front of the mirror. He was standing in front of the sink when a person who came in suddenly bumped into him, causing his waist to almost hit the edge of the sink.

He turned around and saw an arrogant face, but he was not familiar with it at all, and he could not remember the name. He could only tell from his clothes that he was a member of the football team.

"You are being targeted by the boss, be careful." He said.

Schiller smiled and combed his hair back with his hands, tying the hair in front as tightly as possible behind his head. The hair that originally hung on both sides of his cheeks was combed into his hair, revealing his side face and jaw completely.

When he lowered his head, his straight lips and sharp brows showed great ruthlessness, but when he raised his head, the indifference and harshness disappeared in an instant, replaced by a kind of untamed debauchery and tenderness.

Patting the front of his clothes gently, Schiller walked to the dressing room and changed into the prepared suit, a standard black suit with only a bright silver badge on the chest, which showed a youthful temperament.

He walked towards the party venue. The pedestrians on the road had changed their clothes in a hurry and walked together, talking and laughing. Among them were Strange and Renee. Strange was finally no longer so nervous. They seemed to be chatting happily.

At the door of the venue, Schiller saw a few more football players. They seemed to be waiting for someone. Schiller paused and turned to walk towards the side door.

As soon as he walked over, a familiar girl stood there and said to Schiller with her tongue: "Alex is going to cause trouble for you, be careful."

Schiller lifted the hem of his suit and strode inside. After passing the girl, he turned back and said to her: "Thank you, Rebecca."

After passing through the crowd at the side door, Schiller walked to the edge of the bar. At this time, the band in the dance floor had not yet been in place, but there were already a few people wandering there. The leader was Alex. He was cursing the players on the opposite side loudly, saying that they were all soft eggs and trash, and everyone was cheering for him.

Schiller sat sideways at the bar, one arm resting on the bar table, and was rolling a cigarette with a piece of cigarette paper. He slowly used his fingers to move the tobacco to the right position. The bartender came over and said, "Do you want some toppings?"

"No, alcohol is enough." Schiller refused. A cold snort came from behind. Schiller turned his head and saw Alex walking down the dance floor with his hands swung. He looked at Schiller and said, "Softie."

Schiller turned his body around, leaned against the bar, and put the unrolled cigarette in his hand on the bar behind him. At this time, Alex was approaching, and everyone around was watching the excitement.

The bartender shook the shaker up and down, as if cheering for the upcoming chaos. Schiller turned his upper body back a little and glanced back at him.

The bartender raised his eyebrows for no reason. Schiller's lips moved in the noisy voice, as if he was saying something to him, so he leaned forward and moved his upper body over.

Schiller turned around suddenly, and the wine glass in his hand hit him on the top of his head, breaking into pieces. Then he grabbed his wrist, took the shaker filled with wine in his hand, turned 180 degrees smoothly, and hit Alex on the cheekbone with a bang.

Alex staggered after being hit, and Schiller, who stood up, lifted the bar stool. There was another bang, and Alex was hit on the ground with a bloody head. The moment he twisted and climbed up, he was hit hard again.

Bang! Bang!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. The football players surrounding Alex rushed up. Schiller first swung the bar lamp to the left and knocked down the one closest to him, and then threw the stool out to knock down the one who punched him.

He leaned over to avoid the bottle thrown by the other party, nimbly climbed into the bar, grabbed the huge wine rack and pulled it forward.

Crash!

All the people who were surrounding the bar were knocked down. Schiller walked out of the door on the other side of the bar. The football players on the outside bypassed the chaos and rushed towards him.

Suddenly, several unfamiliar figures rushed in from the side door on the other side of the bar. Schiller was stunned for a moment and was punched by one of the football players. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He pushed the man aside and rushed out from the back door, while the several men in black who had just squeezed in from the side door chased him through the chaotic crowd at the fastest speed.

Strange, who was hugging Renee next to the dance floor, had not recovered from the chaos, but he keenly discovered that the man in black who was chasing behind him reached his hand to touch his waist, which was bulging, and the suit jacket traced the traces of the gun.

Strange's pupils shrank suddenly.

"This Alex is really... What's wrong, Stephen? Hey... Hey!" Renee shouted at Strange's back.

Strange did not stop. He ran along the gap in the wall at the fastest speed to the back door where Schiller left. Looking outside, the night was dark and the lights were dim. There was nothing there.

Strange was pulled by someone. He turned around and saw Schiller. He made a silent gesture to him. His stiff body relaxed and Schiller pulled him directly into the bushes next to him.

Several shadows ran past the tree quickly.

"What's going on? Who is chasing you? What's going on with Alex?" Strange asked.

"Obviously, I'm in trouble." Schiller lowered his head and pulled the corner of his mouth. There was no reflection in his tone.

"Who is the trouble? Alex?"

"He can't even touch the edge of trouble." Schiller raised his eyes, looked behind the tree, and suddenly said, "I killed someone."

Strange's eyes widened.

"Who?"

"A woman... Don't worry." Schiller said: "A member of the world's largest evil organization, and now it is their other members who are chasing me."

Strange looked at Schiller as if he were a monster. He took two steps forward and asked: "Then what are you waiting for?"

"I ran away, didn't I expect you to catch up?" Schiller said: "If you hadn't come, I would have gotten rid of them."

Strange was stunned. He thought that he had opened the door rashly. If Schiller hadn't pulled him here, the people who just ran over should have discovered him.

Those are definitely not good people. Although Strange is not a criminal, he has a basic understanding of firearms. The guns hanging behind their waists are all equipped with silencers. They are definitely not police officers or law enforcement agents.

"What should we do now?" Strange asked.

"Run."

"Where to..."

"Run!"